I was sorry, in a way, but I just thought that if I’d put them in the laundry basket my mum could have asked a few very awkward questions! I never g...t to know who the boys were who’d soiled my knicks. I had my suspicions but that was as far as it went. I often caught myself looking at some of the boys and thinking ‘Were you one of them?’’So that was the origin of Wendy’s ‘kinkiness’. It explained a lot. Especially, an experience I’d had with her not long into our relationship when I’d asked her. I preferred to stay in my room and read books!I must state that growing up in South Africa in those years led to me living a very sheltered life, there was no television broadcaster and we only had a radio to listen to for entertainment. We also had to go to bed at 20h00 every evening.Getting back to my story though, my dad signed me in at the boarding school and left me at admission to fend for myself as he had to return to work.I was very nervous as I had never lived away from home before in. .just spoke with her…going to take a quick shower first” Dad sounded cheery as he answered my sister and glanced into my room as he was walking past and suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t say anything, but I saw exactly where he was looking.“Hi dad…good round?”“Hi Mr Gorman” Vicky chirped up twisting her head to look at him.“Hi son…Vi... Vicky”Cathy returned pushing past dad and then I heard a small gasp and then she turned to look at him. Dad quickly mumbled something under his. ”I raised my eyebrows, “After this morning you think I want to go out with other men?”“Idiot, I meant with other women. I know Rachael wants a date.”“Well,” I said carefully, “I’ve got a date with that girl from the party on Thursday evening.”“Oh,” she said quietly. Then she looked at me seriously. “Be careful, you don’t know anything about her. I don’t want you to get hurt.”She wriggled around so she could kiss me. I held her tight, and she sighed. She said, “It wouldn’t take much for me to.